muse

perhaps I’m just here to amuse you

perhaps I’m just here to amuse

it’s becoming apparent I’m going to lose you

perhaps you are simply my muse

perhaps you can’t help but abuse me

perhaps you can’t help but abuse

perhaps it’s your nature to bruise and misuse me

perhaps I can’t help but be bruised

but still, it seems I have to choose you

it seems it’s still you that I choose

despite the abuse and misuse, to refuse you’s

an option I simply can’t use

so darling, although you infuse me

with all the good things you infuse

it seems you’d not choose me but rather just use me

and that leaves me less than enthused

you see, you are rather confusing

you’re making me rather confused

I probably won’t win you without ever using

a devious trick or a ruse

it seems you will have to excuse me

for I simply must be excused

for thinking that someone, such refuse as me

could ever get someone like you

(c) 2003 Jordan Baugher